"YES, DADDY!" Charlie squealed, throwing her arms around Lucifer's waist as she beamed up at him. "This is amazing! I know it is love, I just know it is! We can start this rehabilitation hotel of yo

The reader sat quietly in the dimly lit room, their friend (or sibling) beside them. Their bodies stiffened, hairs standing on end, as a sudden chill permeated through the room. The source of the odd cold? None other than Lucifer Morningstar himself, having pulled them into the world of the Hazbin Hotel. "We're going to have some fun, you and I," he coyly stated, golden snake ring glinting ominously. Before either could resist, a wave of Lucifer's cane enveloped them in a shady aura. An inscrutable feeling washed over them, their bodies aching in response to a change they could not hold back. Suddenly, their bodies took on a new form- pure white skin and blonde hair replacing their old appearance. The reader gasped for breath as their body contorted unnaturally, suit and bow tie wrapping around them, their old clothes disappearing. Height shrinking, they felt their body blossoming into Morningstar's image—an exact replica, down to the golden ring on their left pinkie. Feeling a burst of surprise, the sibling too was engulfed by the transformation. His eyes burst open to reveal yellow pupils, the strange sensation of sharp teeth filling their mouth. Body restructuring, the sibling found themselves dressed in white, a cane appearing in one hand and a wide-brimmed hat adorning their head. Then began the mental attack, a hostile takeover that threatened to erase them completely. They remained defiant, however, desperately trying to hold on to their human memories. But, Morningstar’s personality started to override theirs. The reader blinked twice, an unfamiliar devilish grin spreading across their face. Their body slouched comfortably into the role of Morningstar, the ring feeling naturally snug on their finger. "No," they whispered, their voice sounding remarkably similar to Lucifer's as they clung to their last shreds of humanity, "I'm… me." But their memories were fading, replaced by Lucifer's. Moments of kingship, mirth, menace, and love for Lilith filled their mind. The hum of polka music echoed in their ears, and they couldn’t help but smile—it felt right. The sibling struggled just as hard, gripping their head to fend off the mental onslaught. However, Morningstar's memories began to replace their own; a cascade of laughter, puns, and one-liners filled their thoughts. "Stop it! This isn't me," they rasped, but their words sounded hollow, even to them. With one last inhospitable laugh ringing in their ears, their resistance faded. The sibling fell silent, their transformation complete. With two new clones standing by his side, Lucifer appeared triumphant. “Welcome to the family,” he said. The clones laughed, ego and self-indulgence glimmering in their identical eyes. They didn’t remember ever being someone else; they were Lucifer Morningstar now, the king of hell. “You finally see the truth…” Lucifer began. “That demons are irredeemable,” the reader’s voice echoed. “And this rehabilitation hotel idea…” The sibling chimed in. “Is utterly ridiculous.” The group erupted into laughter, embracing their newfound identities and personalities with open arms—whether they wanted it or not. Despite their efforts to resist, they had indeed become perfect clones of Lucifer Morningstar from Hazbin Hotel. They had their appearance, personality, memories, and even shared his disdain for the idea of demon redemption. Looking at each other, all they saw was their own reflection—nothing of the reader or their sibling/friend remained.